Page 39 of Caught In the Devil's Game

The funny thing was... I wasn’t kidding.

Chapter

Eighteen

Clarice

When we entered hisplace, the entire room was lit up with candlelight. It was probablythemost romantic thing a man had ever done for me. With the way the candlelight mixed with the city lights outside the windows, it made the whole thing look almost surreal, like a picture. “Wow. This is really beautiful.”

“And?”

I couldn’t help the smile that stretched over my face. “And... very romantic. How did you do all of this while on a plane, coming back from Florida?”

“Made a few phone calls to the concierge service, we have here in the building, and had them arrange everything, so it would be ready when you arrived.”

“Well, I love it. You did good.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “So, how long do we need to look at this romantic scenery before I can drag you off to my dungeon?”

“You know, you keep saying that word so much, I’m starting to think you actually have one.”

Wordlessly, he took my hand and began to lead me down a hallway, I’d never been down before and didn’t have any idea existed, since the entrance was hidden in a corner of the house I’d never been in yet.

Did my devil seriously have a dungeon? Wait, aren’t those usually in a basement or something?

Questions I couldn’t seem to stop kept popping up in my head about what was really about to happen here, and in what kind of room. That was until he opened a door and flipped on a light switch, illuminating the area inside. “What in the actual Christian Grey is going on here?” The room wasn’t red like in the book, instead it was all black, with some dark blue, and teal accents. There was a huge bed with what looked like a black crushed velvet comforter, a spanking bench, and a St. Andrews Cross in the corner. There were also interesting looking items hung up on the wall. It was like I’d woken up in the book itself.

“Christian Grey? Is this another ex-boyfriend of yours I need to threaten away?”

I couldn’t help but break out in uncontrollable laughter. There wasn’t many people left on this earth that didn’t know about 50 Shades of Grey, let alone, not know who Christian Grey was. Once I regained my composure, I looked up at him. “I’ll show you exactly who he is.” Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I Googled 50 Shades of Grey and handed it to him.

After a few moments of reading, he handed my phone back to me with one of his devilish grins that always meant I was in for a lot of trouble. “You’ve read these books?”

“I read all three of them.AndI saw the movies based on those books.”

“Interesting. Did any of it appeal to you?”

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